Marilyn stood lost gazing blankly at both haul Sacramento as they stood gazing at her. ” Yes what next bitch!” He said Haul chanted and packed his hands in a fist causing her to scamper backward in rage.
” You bastard. I said someone else and not this monster.” She called at Sacramento.
” He pays well. I could only find him.” He said and turned to leave.
” Take him with you Sacramento! Don’t leave him here.” She called out, causing Sacramento to pause and turn.
” How much did the church boy pay you?” He asked.
” What church boy?” She stuttered as she monitored the motions of Haul.
” The pastors son that hate to fuck. How much did he pay you?” He asked again with so much confidence in his tone.
” Twenty dollars to touch and gets done.” She stammered yet serviced a notion that he was really knowledgeable about the crafts and it’s buyers.
” Exactly my point! Haul here would pay five hundred dollars. Some boxers don’t get that much for getting hit robbers.” ” Take all the five hundred. I know you will give me some commission he said, turned away and walked away, knowing well he had convinced her to get pummeled all over again. She opened her mouth as if to speak but no word was coming out. She had to be brave. Five hundred dollars was so much Money and she needed to do was take a beaten for ten minutes. She panted Frantically as she hurried to her door and shut it for privacy before turning to face the bulky monster before her.
” Hey… Haul.” She stammered trying to use the nice approach to see if it was reciprocated by the wealthy forest Lord didn’t throw money for free he leapt forward and landed a cracking slap over her face, sending her crashing against the wall. ” Shut up and take them off.” He screamed out and began to unbuckle his belts with so much alacrity. She didn’t want this girls to hear her cry. They were going to laugh at her. She groaned inward from the surging pain on her face and she barely seen the last of stars in her overheated sentient when she felt his hands on her skimpy skirt.
” Don’t tear it!” She protested bravely causing him to shove it down her legs before landing a jab straight on the crotch of he net panties.”
” Damn you whore take it off!” He groaned out in rage while she muffled her hands over her mouth to stop her screams from escaping. He was an impatient man and pulled down the light green panties till it was out of her legs. He sniffed on it and spat on it in rage. ” You want a muffler? Here is one.” He said and tossed it deep into her mouth till it was stuffed. He hadn’t even let her get up yet, her back was still against the cold tiled floor and she was dealing with his crushing weight over her. She felt week to struggle and just placed her hands over her face to parry of the fatal hits to the eyes and nose. He landed another slap on her, over her head and another one over her neck. The later caught her cold and she cried out pain even though her mouth was stuffed with her panties. He reached the buttons on her shirt and as he had no patience, tore them apart, revealing her fair white breast. She tried to shrug away from his proximity but he weighed a ton and it caused her to be immobile. Like a beast of the wild he growled with Gusto and placed his mouth on her left nipple while his very coarse palm went to walk on the other. The ferocity with which he sucked her caused her to fear that he mighty implode it from inside out. It hurt so much and she had to slap off his head from doing mortal damage to her mammalian glands. ” What! A hard hitting bitch!” He roared and to subconsciously dealt a couple of overzealous blow against her half protected face. She went limp with a bloody face, her nose was busted and the lower part of her eyes was torn an inch long. Now she wanted to call for help but the panties in her mouth wasn’t affording her any speech. She felt the warm Tongue of hall, lashing over her face, licking and ingesting every drop of blood and he could finding travelling on her face. He was done with his foreplay and threw her legs wide open.
” Not on the floor.” She mumbled. ” Shut up!” He shouted out and struck a blow on the sides of her head dazing her out cold. The next sensation she woke up to was messy cold stench of urine, splashing over face and over her bare chest. She could feel it pelt over her lips and weakly raised her hands to parry the last shot of the big mans urine. ” Yeah! Take all the goodness like the bitch that you are.” Haul muttered and buckled his trousers. Before pulling out his wallet taking out a wad of money from it. He counted out five pieces of a hundred dollar and threw it on the musty body of his service provider before taking his leave. She lay down there and could wish for nothing but death. She wanted an end to her existence. The big man was hardly out of the room when she heard the ghostly footsteps of Sacramento, creeping in on her. She garnered all the energy in her veins and sat on here spine before slowly picking up the dollar bills which were now going moist from their contact with Urine.
” Is that peece on your clothes.” As he asked and kept on creeping towards her, not minding the fact that she was as bare as naked.
” Where is your sense of privacy. You all have no respect for a lady. Damn Animals.” She winced as she struggled to stand up on her feet. Sacramento didn’t care about whatever it was she had to say that didn’t speak of his commission. He wanted proceeds and nothing more.
” That haul is really an animal. Well I came to check on you.” He said with a misty face that owed to the stench of urine in the room.
” I’m not fine you bastard! You brought that beast to my room.” She said and walked to the side of her bed, her face tucked to the sky to keep the blood from flowing down her nose. ” Well he pays for it eh.” Sacramento said as his sight fell on her folded palms and stayed there. He walked slowly towards her.
” Don’t you ever bring that animal to my room or I swear I will stab the both of you in the heart. He is a pig and so are you.” She yelled out and recalled she couldn’t make use of her bed because she was soaked in urine. She headed for the three feet wide closet which had running water in it.
” Okay but only haul pays so much. He pays so much wow.” He said to her and kept on gazing at the squeezed notes in her palms.
” Then why don’t you give him your damn arse to screw you bastard. I’m sure he will pay you well.” She winced out in disgust.
” I’m not homosexual. I’m not.” He said in a dismissive tenor.
” What do you want. I’m battered but alive as you can see. Now leave me alone.” She said gazing at him with hate and furry.
” I want my commission as promised.” He said to her and as his face turned vicious.
” Not a dime for you! If you want a dime then you will have to get battered fucked just like me. Now get out!” She roared and picked up her flask of hot water in rage. He cringed in fear and scampered backwards before turning and taking his leave. She hurried after him like she was chasing him and eventually paused at her door and shut it close. Sacramento was not a man to give up without a fight. He rushed to his own room to pick a weapon to fight the war at hand. There was no free goodies in the bloody Mary tavern. Agreements were agreements and commissions had to be paid even if heads had to roll.